Canvas tarp cleaned and patched, blankets washed, rose bush planted, yard mulched, fence posts chain-sawed and chucked, post office run complete….It’s been a productive day.
Guess I’ll back up to the tarp and blankets for a minute. Yesterday I went to Maryland to do some yardwork for Grandmother Martha, the widow of Grandfather Eddie, our Elder who recently walked on. After I weed-whacked the Medicine Wheel, I fired up the walk-behind and the cable that engages the cutting-blade snapped.
I looked around for something else to work on and saw that the sweat lodge had partially collapsed. I talked with Grandmother about the lodge and she said she’d rather I laid it to rest privately. Rather than recount the ceremony, I’ll just say that the tarp and blankets came from Eddie’s sweat lodge and will serve as the covering and doors of the healing lodge we’re putting up in the backyard later this year.
Finances have been a bit dodgy since leaving my day job, but Spirit always seems to provide what’s needed. Unexpected tax refund, tarp and blankets for the lodge; these are just a couple of examples.
My hands are dirty from pulling weeds as I type this. The need to write came upon me unexpectedly; sort of a “Eureka!” moment, and so I went with it. There’ve been a lot of those lately. It’s good to get off my ass and hit the keys again…